SomeLewdRP >> #15826908
Posted on 2023-09-21 05:07:35 Score: 1 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

"you look a little lonely~ well lucky for you, you belong to me now~"

VinnWild >> #16927648
Posted on 2023-12-03 05:31:55 Score: 1 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

This'd be pretty wild to imagine with Zoroark's illusions come to think of it... like imagine going into some deeply wooded route with a friend you're attracted to and then at some point ya get separated and lost. Maybe somebody got distracted, maybe a surprise-natural-hazard comes between ya and you have to find a way around, maybe somebody got chased by a large, territorial mon... but then eventually you meet back up again and things seem to be just fine. It's probably been a while and the sun's starting to set and you really need to be making it back to town or a pokemon center or at the very least find some place to set up camp for the night. That's when things start seeming a bit odd. Your friend doesn't seem to have packed any supplies with her so you two can't exactly just leave at that point. She doesn't have a tent, she has no food to eat, and even the pokeballs that contained her mons appear to be missing. Surely they've gotta be concerned, but they seem strangely calm... and seem almost more excited about the prospect of bunking together for the night. Then, when it's least expected... she jumps your bones and you're surprised at first, but naturally find yourself welcoming the affection... the contact... it's happening so fast, but it's something you've been wanting deep down for a while and as she gets on top of you and pins you down the fact that it almost feels too good to be true never seems to cross your mind. You'd only ever daydreamed of something like this happening between the two of you before, and now clothes are being practically ripped off as she grinds herself against you. Well, at the very least, your clothes are definitely ruined... you don't seem to recall tearing anything from her body though. Did she really get undressed so quickly? But who cares? She wants you... and the two of you are going to fuck right here and now and it's gonna feel so damn good. She practically impales herself upon you and your bodies undulate together in the middle of the wilds. You can see the hungry look in her eyes as she slams herself into you more and more... milking you for more and more. She drives your body into a blissfully feverish frenzy into the night until you can't take it anymore. At some point you pass out into blissful sleep with the distinct memory of your friend atop you. Then... in your sleep you feel the snaking wetness of a tongue ravishing your neck... the teasingly light drag of long clawlike nails across your chest... the comforting warmth of... what's that atop you? It feels soft... heavy... like a weighted blanket... but there's definitely more substance to it... and the texture feels fluffy and soft... like fur? That's when your eyes open and in your friend's place is a tricky Zoroark sporting the same carnivorous grin... her image teasingly flickering between your previous bedtime partner and her true form. You may not have time to process what had really went on now... the fox is demanding a second round, and the urge to fuck... breed... to give her exactly what she wants... has overpowered any reason left in you.